I had no choice, I had to stop her, so I called the number.The phone rang twice, and then he answered. I said, "Hello. You don't know me, but I think ...that you know my wife. She calls herself Nikki, and you would have met her in the WWE chat room. She goes by the screen name Nickkipizzagirl."There was silence on the other end of the line, so I continued, "I'm her husband, and I love her very much. We have a nine year old son, and we both love her, and want her back. Do you know who I am talking. 30. Plenty of time to complete her sandal bath. She applied remaining paste on her body. She was waiting for Aamil in her silky transparent black night gown. Her white body was clearly visible through the see through black night gown. She always likes to tease those young boys. Aamil came in to the room with a big smile in his face. He kissed on her lips passionately and probing her sweet tongue in side her mouth while caressing her butt with his left hand over her long hair. He looked in to. Henry Walton Jones, Jr. who could become Indiana Jones and whisk them off on romantic adventures. Studious and serious and simmering with untapped potential for sexual discovery. Confident and competent in his field, but shy and reserved in a crowd. An introvert who attracts the attention of a discerning few by not trying to. An irresistible combination for some, but only a temptation for those who've decided to go the distance with the man they love despite their faded ardor.And so we both. Both were aware of each other’s situation, so we did not talked much and left for bed. I was not able to sleep, as the whole scene was dancing in front my eyes. I was liking her company. I was not able to understand what was happening to me inside. Why those boobs of my sister is not leaving my mind off. One hand it was feeling pleasurable inside and on the other I was cursing myself for liking it. I cursed myself with hiting my head on the floor.I opened my eyes in the morning with again same.